Ars Poetica

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 13 Jan 2015
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you are 
a blade of grass –
a teardrop at its tip
 
you are 
a small white flower –
five points of a star
 
you are 
ripples
in a lake kissing
my naked hips
 
you are
the rustle
of a bee amongst
the heather
 
you are 
afternoon, when
the skin of the morning
splits
 
you are
a flock of birds –
morning on their wings...
the hesitant legs
of a day-old foal
 
the amazement
in a new mother’s eyes,
but, hey...don’t get ideas 
above your station
 
take Daffodils,
Under Milkwood,
Stop All the Clocks;
life’s blood, or,
a load of tosh
 
it's not up to you
to decide
 
you are
but words...merely the poem;
the things of which you speak,
themselves,
tell a different story
 
all these, and more...
are the poetry
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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Lovely images, as ever, Tina. The only one I'm not sure about is the thin brown line of a bee, though it's probably me. Should the final line read you're poetry?

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

As to your question you're or your, if you see what I mean, but I'll go with your suggestionsmiley  And then again it set me thinking, which is good and rare, so have changed it againsmiley

And as to the bee...maybe it speaks for itself. You're rightsmiley

Thanks, PT.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Your collection of images in the early part of this is breathtaking as usual, and displays your noticing eye and clarity of putting the images into words succinctly for others.

– but poetry can be about all sorts of things, the pleasant, the difficult, the vile, and with perceptive comment, or insidious. We have to choose what we should write about and how to touch others with the arranged words? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so much, Rhiannon.

Pleased you enjoyed and took the trouble to share your thoughts, which I so echo.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Beautiful, it's amazing what stirring up words can make.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Absolutely, Philipsmiley

A stirrer, that's me.

Tina